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As I woke this morning, there were remnants of an interesting dream still floating through my awareness.

At the control room in heaven, many simulations of the heavens could be seen and manipulated — without visible technology. In the subtle realm, it showed itself as a place, but I knew it was really the mind of God.

I came there by route of related, wild, and bawdy dreams of androids and people … and a desire to mate.

At the center of the control room, there was an enclosure encircled by half-moon walls. I leaned against the wall, partly within the opening. Several beautiful people or androids surrounded me.

“The rules of mating are different inside the enclosure,” said someone. I knew I entered into a mating ritual of some kind with a woman there.

A young man I knew from Facebook only walked into the circle nonchalantly and programmed his ethical code into the heavenly computer. As I watched, I knew he was setting the level below this one: THE GREATEST DEPTH FOR THE GREATEST SPAN.

Trying to impress a potential mate with my knowledge, I boasted: “That’s not going to get the result he thinks it is, because he left himself out of the formula.”

A beautiful woman asked, “Or do you mean that he left YOU out of the formula?”

I paused, not sure what to say. She added, “When you’ve come here by the route we’ve taken, you know these sorts of things.”

The young man departed, giving me an arrogant look as if to say, See how selfless I am. You can’t program it like I can because you’re too self-centered.

I didn’t step further into the control center, but from where I stood I could see into many levels along the path I seem to vaguely remember. First, there was the GREATEST DEPTH FOR THE GREATEST SPAN. Beneath that level, there was the GREATEST SPAN FOR THE GREATEST DEPTH. Active simulations of the heavens were running on all these levels, and I felt as though the previous night’s dreams had shown me problems there, with a hint of Westworld thrown in.

Shown… and then forgotten, or removed from me. I prayed that angels could remember what I could not.

I remembered a tiny bit of one more series of levels beneath these three: machine-less computers were running related simulations in various space-time enfoldments. As they did so, planetary features appeared in various landscapes and cavernous terrains.

I looked at one such permutation as its machine-code language instruction began to inform my awareness, as if it were written in Lingua-U, a metalanguage coded to help to divinize the Earth itself: THE GREATEST DEPTH FOR THE GREATEST SPAN GIVEN THE CONSTRAINTS OF GAIA, THIS PARTICULAR SPACE-TIME GEOGRAPHICAL SYSTEM OF COORDINATES…

Someone, a lovely lady I think, took my mind away. It is time to wake up.